Everybody lies
Or everybody tries
Everybody sits on top of the world
Then everybody dies
Anger in the street
The anger of defeat
There's a fire in the hole in the soul
Of everyone you meet
Shadow on the sky
There's a tear in every eye
There's a prayer on the lips of the faithless
From London to Shanghai
The congregation sing
The clown became the king
And the murdered jokes are spoken
Till nothing means a thing
Everybody lies
Or everybody tries
Everybody sits on top of the world
Then everybody dies.
credits
from South on East Street,
released January 1, 2017
Ben McClean; Drums
Babu; Bass Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
Ben Holland; Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Written by Ben Holland.
Recorded by Senior Al at ShrunkenHeads Studios.
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